lost in work
all I need now
As I stand at the threshold of imagination,
forcing these hallowed gates open,
I enter a magical land.
Soulful poetry flowing everywhere
Precious words crystallize in the air
Soaking it I stand
Ideas blooming on every tree
Creativity buzzing with the bee
I feel a divine hand
I put pen to paper and words fall in place
I have none to thank but heaven's grace.
Forms used: Modern Cinquain, Tail Rhyme & Couplet
Date: 5th August 2011